Baixar aplicativo
90% The Marvel Prophet: I Publish Marvel Comics / Chapter 43: Shocking the World!

Capítulo 43: Shocking the World!

I had to give it to Angus—he had some serious nerve. After being humiliated in front of everyone, he only turned a deep shade of red before stomping off the stage. Not that it made a difference to the press conference. In the grand scheme of things, Angus was insignificant.

The focus quickly shifted. Another reporter, a young guy, raised his hand and waited for my nod before speaking up.

"Mr. Stark, Marvel's *Iron Man* comic used your likeness without permission, making you the protagonist. Stark Industries has already filed a lawsuit against them. How do you plan to handle this moving forward?"

For a second, I paused. Normally, I handled interviews like this with ease, but this one threw me off a bit. I'd completely forgotten about that lawsuit. Running my hand over my chin, I replied with a smirk, "Well, yeah, technically they did use my image without permission—and made me look pretty damn ugly, too. But, in a way, that comic saved my life. So, I'm dropping the lawsuit."

The reporters were stunned, and I didn't blame them. Everyone in America knew I was the kind of guy who never backed down from a fight, especially when it came to protecting my image. But this time, I was letting it go. It was newsworthy on its own.

Once we moved on from the comic discussion, I shifted the topic to what really mattered—my company's future. I made it clear: Stark Industries would no longer be in the arms business. That announcement sent the press conference into a frenzy. That was the real bombshell, the one that would change everything.

The next day, my words were plastered all over every major newspaper. Two headlines dominated the front pages: my confirmation of the comic's prophecy, and Stark Industries' decision to stop producing weapons.

The *New Century News* wrote, "Our much-anticipated Iron Man prophecy has been confirmed by Tony Stark himself. But not wanting to be outdone, Stark dropped another bombshell by announcing the end of his company's involvement in the arms trade."

*The Bugle Daily* ran with, "What once seemed like madness is now undeniable. Tony Stark has acknowledged the Iron Man prophecy. Does this mean prophets truly exist?"

The *New York Times* speculated, "Tony Stark's transformation after his kidnapping has left many wondering what changed. The answer may lie in the *Iron Man* comic."

And *Western News* asked, "What impact will Stark's decision to halt weapons development have on the future of the country? And how does this tie into the appearance of a modern-day prophet?"

Even *Entertainment Periphery*, a magazine more interested in celebrity gossip, couldn't ignore the story. They wrote, "The appearance of a prophet in today's world leaves us all reeling."

Colleges and universities across the country started discussing whether it was truly possible for someone to communicate with the past and future. As for me, I knew that people were unnerved by Stark Industries stepping out of the weapons game. They worried about the country's defense without my tech leading the charge.

Meanwhile, everyday conversations shifted. Sports, celebrities, and pop culture were forgotten as people debated the *Iron Man* prophecy and what it meant. If you didn't have an opinion on me and this so-called prophet, you were out of the loop.

People who had picked up the second issue of *Iron Man* would run into each other on the street, striking up conversations.

"My God, can you believe that comic predicted all of this?"

"I used to think Chen, the comic writer, was a nutjob. Now I feel like I'm the crazy one!"

"Tell me about it. A prophet? That's something out of legend! Why's he drawing comics, of all things?"

"I'm still not buying it. Prophets don't exist. This has to be some kind of crazy coincidence."

"Coincidence? Are you serious? The coordinates from the comic were *exact*! Not a single number was off."

"You know, when I first read the comic, I only paid attention to the coordinates. But now that I've gone back and really looked at it, I've realized how good the story is too. It's not just about the prophecy—it's about the theme and the characters."

"Exactly. After seeing what happened to Tony, it's clear why he's shutting down the arms business. The guy's seen firsthand the kind of destruction his weapons can cause."

One guy smirked, turning to the other. "Hey, weren't you the one outside the bookstore saying you'd eat your laptop if the prophecy came true? How's that working out for you?"

The guy being called out turned bright red and quickly changed the subject. "Uh… well… I've got some stuff to do. Gotta run!"

He wasn't the only one eating his words—there were plenty more like him. The most famous of them all, though, was Angus. His bet with the comic writer had become a public spectacle. People were eagerly waiting for him to make his next move. The whole world was watching.


Capítulo 44: Angus Eats Comics, Obadiah’s Visit

It didn't take long for S.H.I.E.L.D. to track down Angus. They yanked him out of the crowd like pulling a fish from the sea. A few "friendly" agents gave him a crash course on how to avoid making enemies out of the wrong people. By the time he arrived at the doors of Marvel Publishing, his face was pale, and he looked utterly defeated.

Of course, the press was already swarming the building. Every tabloid, every gossip reporter in the city had caught wind of this, cameras at the ready. They all wanted to capture the moment where Angus, the man who foolishly picked a fight with both Tony Stark and Marvel, had to eat his words—or in this case, the actual comic.

I could've let the whole thing slide. Angus was small-time, hardly worth my effort. But the timing was too perfect. Marvel Publishing was starting to build serious momentum, and every bit of publicity helped. So, I leaned into it. 

"Kind" as I was, I had a red carpet rolled out in front of the building. Just a little touch of class, so when Angus had to kneel down and chow through those comics, he'd have something soft under him. After all, it might take a while.

I kept myself out of the public eye for this one. It wouldn't look good if people thought I was the one making Angus go through this, even if he deserved it. I didn't need that kind of heat.

Still, a large crowd had gathered. People pointed and whispered, mocking Angus as he sat there, tears running down his face, nibbling on the comics like it was some kind of penance.

"Isn't that the guy who accused Tony Stark of working with Chen?"

"Yeah, him. What an idiot. He went after both Tony and Marvel. This dude's got a death wish."

"You'd think he'd know better by now. Some people are just born with bad luck and worse decision-making."

Angus kept eating, his lips trembling as he ripped through the comic pages. He shot nervous glances toward the Marvel building, looking like a man full of regret. He probably wished he could take it all back. He had to know by now that messing with someone like me—someone with S.H.I.E.L.D. connections—was way out of his league. 

The fact I hadn't done worse to him was probably keeping him up at night.

While Angus was outside, chewing his defeat, Obadiah Stane was sitting across from me in my office.

"So, you're really a prophet, huh?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face.

I smiled, leaning back in my chair. "What do you think?"

Obadiah's visit didn't surprise me. I knew he'd come sooner or later. The man was ambitious, always scheming. And now, with Tony back in the picture—just like the comics—Obadiah had to know something was up.

"Let's just assume you are," he continued. "You must know things that other people don't."

I nodded, leaning forward slightly. "Of course."

"Do you know things about me?" Obadiah's gaze sharpened.

"Yep."

"So, have you told Tony? Warned him?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

Obadiah raised an eyebrow. "Why not? Isn't it your job to warn him? To tell him to be careful?"

I chuckled, shrugging. "I'm in it for the fame and the money, Obadiah. What happens to Tony Stark? That's not my concern."

Obadiah studied me for a moment, then a slow smile crept across his face. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear." He clapped his hands together, clearly pleased. "You help me, and I'll make sure you're the most famous man in the world. We'll make more money than you can imagine. You and me, working together? We could own this world."

I raised an eyebrow, playing along. "What exactly do you want to know?"

Obadiah leaned in, his eyes glinting with ambition. "I want to know about my future. Me and Tony—who wins?"

I held his gaze, letting the question hang in the air. Obadiah, always looking for an edge. Always plotting. Just as I expected.


Load failed, please RETRY

Status de energia semanal

Capítulos de desbloqueio em lote

Índice

Opções de exibição

Fundo

Fonte

Tamanho

Comentários do capítulo

Escreva uma avaliação Status de leitura: C43
Falha ao postar. Tente novamente
  • Qualidade de Escrita
  • Estabilidade das atualizações
  • Desenvolvimento de Histórias
  • Design de Personagens
  • Antecedentes do mundo

O escore total 0.0

Resenha postada com sucesso! Leia mais resenhas
Vote com Power Stone
Rank 200+ Ranking de Potência
Stone 2 Pedra de Poder
Denunciar conteúdo impróprio
Dica de erro

Denunciar abuso

Comentários do parágrafo

Login

tip Comentário de parágrafo

O comentário de parágrafo agora está disponível na Web! Passe o mouse sobre qualquer parágrafo e clique no ícone para adicionar seu comentário.

Além disso, você sempre pode desativá-lo/ativá-lo em Configurações.

Entendi